& i listened to hey mercedes ALL OVER THE PLACE. & thought of you & you & you & you, but mostly you. actually, just you.

somewhere in between, i ate two paper cups of frozen raspberries (no i did not eat the cups) and a handful of dried apricots (californian style, of course), watched five minutes of some metallica shit on mtv & fifteen minutes of rocket power..... i have a dangerous urge to read franny &zooey now. & wait for HIM. cause you will wait for me [the secret stars].

want lessons on how to procrastinate yr time? call 1-8Oo-fUCK-YRSELf-OVER.

kisses. im off to bed.

& HEY. biana asked me SPECIALLY to make a PEEL page. i feel so cool & artsy & kitsch. its anything i want on 11 by 17 paper. i wish i had you and you and you and you here. because you'd be great at it. im going to dig up my photos & writing {suggest things? please?} & maybe do a stream of consciousness because thats random and nice. i hate that i'm worried what other people will think. i'd like to write a salinger-esque letter, like the one in zooey. which i love.

by the end of this week, she says. send lots of comments & things / im easily inspired. that is, if you can ever get me to stop PROCRASTINATING. lara asked me today if i was a 'focused' student. i was like, yeah ish mmhmm and did this little nod thing with my head. she sighed. you're not being focused now {i didnt want to do my busy work precal hw}. just shoot me already. but dont. ya know fucking what? thank you. and that's to be shot up through the stars right to god. {and right now, i couldnt give a shit whether you're offended or a nonbeliever or whatever you fuck you are.} it was never between you and me, anyways. xxo.


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